Within the cabin, a subtle vibration and resonance suddenly sounded.
The four sword lights attacking the four people seemed to be controlled by invisible flat threads. They continued to rotate and accelerate, as if forming a vortex with a radius of four to five feet.
In the middle of the vortex is a hollow eye with huge suction. Zhao Qing stood in it, stretched out his hand and pressed it, effortlessly maintaining the rotation of the sword light, and it was spinning faster and denser.
If the original sword light was like a gauze, the current one was like an extremely fine rain curtain, splashing towards Jin Jiuling and others like mercury pouring down the ground, without any gaps.
What's even more surprising is that Shaman stayed within the scope of the sword curtain and was not affected at all. Although her position is already in the edge area, being able to accurately control the high-speed sword energy to bypass her is indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination.
He Zhizhang's "Seven Killers in Drunkness" keeps repeating, each one more embarrassing than the last, completely losing the poetic meaning of "Eight Immortals in Drinking".
Even halfway through the change of moves, he had to switch to the stronger big hand seal, bend his elbow and slap it behind his back to resist the cold sword energy coming from behind.
Mustache's bone-converting palms frequently collided with the sharp sword energy in the air, and his pair of big, sharp-bone hands were covered with tiny traces of blood.
The white-haired old man's finger knife was originally crystal clear, flashing with white light, like ten sharp swords. At this moment, under the continuous blows of the sword energy, it had lost its luster, leaving dents and gaps.
The two thinnest little finger nails were almost broken into two pieces, forcing him to retract his little fingers into his palm, and therefore gave up the corresponding movement coordination between his fingers.
The only one who still had the strength to support him was Jin Jiuling, who had mastered the big iron cone technique to the fullest.
After using it flexibly and flexibly for a period of time, his moves suddenly changed and became fierce and powerful.
The violent sound of wind caused by the big iron cone echoed throughout the ship. Wherever the strong wind passed, the wood turned into debris and the floor gradually collapsed.
Under the raging strong wind, the ten flag guards were unable to approach. They could only withstand several sword energy on the edge. After being stabbed in the wrists and ankles, they lay down against the bulkhead.
Although Zhao Qing had a total of fourteen people attacking at the same time, enough to form two large circles, in fact, it was not her who was surrounded at all, but the other fourteen people.
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Except for the ten flag guards who had lost their ability to fight, the four masters were oppressed by the sword energy from all directions and the suction force formed by the hole in the center of the sword curtain. They gradually moved closer to Zhao Qing involuntarily.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound in the sword curtain.
Zhao Qing jumped into the air, his robes moved, and the sword finger in his hand slashed hard, causing a huge tearing sound of air, like a dragon's roar.
But I saw a beam of white light soaring into the sky, straight for several feet, and suddenly split into four, turning into four dazzling rainbows, carrying a misty and quiet aura, each attacking the target diagonally below.
This is actually a variation of "Flying Immortal from Heaven" that only takes the artistic conception. One sword penetrates four rainbows, but it makes up for its original limitation that it can only target one direction.
Seeing four rare masters gathered together, Zhao Qing couldn't help but try out his moves, and performed a variety of new sword techniques one after another, looking for inspiration.
Facing the flying immortal blow that enveloped the four of them, Jin Jiuling, He Zhizhang and others used their toughest moves in unison, trying to resist this sharp sword technique.
The sword light flashed, figures were flying, and the starlight and moonlight falling from the hole in the cabin roof seemed to be shaken by the exciting sword light and palm wind, floating and flickering, almost turning into flickering will-o'-the-wisps.
He Zhizhang and Jin Jiuling rushed together, back to back, and launched their own attacks to resist. Two sword lights were seen intersecting like green dragons, piercing their chests and abdomens.
Suddenly, He Zhizhang's body shrank into a ball, his hands actually put on Jin Jiuling's shoulders, and he tried his best to input his strong internal energy.
Jin Jiuling fell backwards, made an iron bridge, and placed the five-foot-long iron awl across his chest. Finally, at the last moment, he brought the two sword energy together and managed to block it.
It is hard to imagine that two people who were ready to fight not long ago would cooperate so well.
The situation faced by the old man with a mustache and white hair is much more difficult. Two rays of sword light fell like lightning and exploded in their chests without any hindrance, severely injuring them instantly.
At present, it seems that He Shangshu, who has mastered two lost skills, is somewhat higher than them in terms of martial arts.
"Why are you so aggressive? We invisible people ask ourselves that we have never done anything to offend you before. If you are here for Jin Jiuling, no matter what you do to him, we will never interfere again."
The white-haired old man just tried to block his chest with his right hand, but now his right arm was twisted in the shock. He shouted loudly to Zhao Qing with a look of fear in his eyes.
The four remaining nails on his right hand were all broken off, and he staggered all the way. He took five or six steps straight back before he could barely stand, and almost fell down!
Could it be that the old and new members of the invisible man organization actually split up and started internal strife when faced with a powerful enemy?
Jin Jiuling glanced at the deformed big iron awl in his hand, glared at the white-haired old man and cursed: "You old thief..."
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden "clack" sound, and a large crack opened in the floor.
Then there was another "click" sound, and another crack opened. The five-foot-square cabin floor was torn apart in the blink of an eye, and pieces larger than the tabletop fell piece by piece, before they fell to the next level. The floor of the first floor turned into sawdust and wadding in mid-air, flying in all directions!
The cabin below was elegantly and gorgeously decorated. There was a whip hanging on the wooden frame beside the bed, which seemed to be Gong Jiu's living room.
At the same time, Jin Jiuling, He Zhizhang and others retreated rapidly, easily smashing through the bulkhead behind them and heading outward.
It turned out that the four masters had vaguely reached a tacit understanding. During the fight, they secretly shook the entire floor with force, and decided to flee in all directions when the floor fell and Zhao Qing was in the middle with no way to rely on it.
However, their strategy was based on the wrong target.
The moment Zhao Qing's figure fell, she stabbed out another sword as fast as lightning, and the light of the sword was as bright as the starry rain in the Milky Way.
The energy soaked in cold light circled around her, and the sword light that trembled like a spiritual snake suddenly stopped. A strange wave spread and affected the four people in an instant.
The surroundings of the cabin, and even the entire ship, suddenly became as silent as a tomb.
Whether it is the white-haired old man who is the oldest and has the most profound skills, or Jin Jiuling, who has practiced Shaolin internal skills and has the purest internal energy, their own internal energy seems to have lost control of their minds and fell silent in an instant.
The internal force that stimulated the circulation of Qi and blood suddenly "disappeared", and for a moment, the beating of their hearts seemed to have stopped. Under the condensation of Qi and blood, his hands and feet naturally became stiff and stood still, unable to move.
If the four people hadn't enlarged and spread their holes, some people would have doubted them and thought they had become four dead zombies.
It was an indescribable solidification and stillness.
